We’ve been to Canada before. Several times actually. But this will be the furthest east and north we will have traveled.
We were officially in Canada, but still on Wellesley Island, which turns into Hill Island on the Canadian side. I find it strange that the border crossing is actually on the island. Oh well. Maybe that’s just me.
Once we were on the mainland again, we immediately saw the sign pointing us towards Montreal. So off we went.
Once in Montreal, let’s just say things got very interesting. Two down sides we can see so far… The traffic is horrible and there is no by-pass highway! Their is so much construction going on that traffic gets backed up very quickly.
And did I mention everything is in French? Well, technically, by law, they are supposed to have English and French signs. However, Montreal is so dead set against using English. They actually want to, and from what I hear are trying to, succeed from Canada. So they refuse to use English.
Let me say one thing about that. It makes for a very interesting ride when you see all sorts of construction signs, detour signs and what have you, and you don’t understand one lick of it. We basically pick out our route number on the construction/detour sign, cross our fingers and follow the number. That is all we can do. I guess as time goes on we will pick up some French here or there.
And for those of you who say, just use the app on your phone that translates French into English. Well….their’s a little snag with that thought. You see, our phones don’t have data on them in Canada. And that app needs data in order to work. Hence, no translations. Good news is we are traveling with five other couples and two of those couples speech French. So that does help a little. But only when you are together.
After we all met each other, as some of us only knew some others and not everyone, we planned dinner. David and I along with two other couples set off for a French Crepery restaurant. I know, I know, more French. But it really is everywhere. And you know what they say… When in Rome… I mean Montreal.
Once seated, we all started laughing because, of course, all the menus were in French. So we figured out some basics and the waitress was nice enough to confirm what we were ordering.
David and I shared a tomato, sausage and cheese crepe for dinner. Then for dessert we shared a banana, pecan, caramel, ice cream and rum crepe that was flambeed. Sorry to say, the picture of that did not work out. Oh well. It was really yummy. And the ice cream was a surprise because we did not know what that French word was on the menu.
C’est la vie! (I guess I do know a little French)
So our first day was filled with some interesting driving while trying to decipher the French signs, meeting up with friends and meeting new friends, a nice French crepe dinner, yummy dessert and a cool breeze, leave your windows open, good sleeping weather kind of night.
Not bad if I do say so myself. Oh wait…I just did.